I wonder if ol’ Viggo ever went of script like that. To this day I remain convinced that the works of Richard Scarry are in fact a massive shared hallucination for a select group of people. Because it so rare I find anyone who knows what the hell it is.
Watching Jack Frost. The killer snowman. Jack knocked a bully kid into the path of a sled as kid was decapitated. The dead boy's dad is arguing with the sheriff that it was his kid who did. Sheriff: It couldn't have been a fight. Tommy is two feet taller than Ryan. (Woman off screen faintly): not anymore he ain't.